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Dec 2016
My mind was slowly returning from such a state
That had given me a cocktail
Of satisfaction and despair
The bartender was off for the night
And I was left sobbing in the middle of the street
Without a taxi or a bottle to turn to
All I had was the debris of tipping a powerful man with a half empty, under the belt wallet of sleep deprivation and identity theft
Sarah Allam
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Sarah Allam  New York
(New York)   
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